' SGOZ*CH SONGS. I &,ave him here a welcome hame, The auld will speak, the young mann hear; Be cantie, but be good and lea]; Yoor a/n ills ay hae heart to bear, An/ther's ay hae heart to feel. 80 ere I set, l'li see you shine, I'll see you triumph ere 1 My parting breath shall boast you (?Jood night, and joy be wP yea'. ! GAED A WAEFU' GATE I aAED a waefu' gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, 1'il dearly rue; �l ?;at my death frae twa sweet een, �Twa lovely eeno' bonnie blue. Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi' dew, ?Her heaving bosom, lily white, It was her een Me bonnie blue. She talked, she smiled, my heart she wiled, �She charmed my soul, I wistna how; And ?ye the stound, the deadly wound, ' Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue. But spare to speak, and spare to speed. She'll ai Ib.ins lbsten to my v?w; Should she refuse. l'tl lay my dead To her twa een 5ae bonnie blue. LOCH-NA-GARR. Aw,i? ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of In you let tim min?ons af lUXttry roYaL
�
